"What do you mean, Mary?"
"What do I mean? Sure, an' I mean that Bunny, the darlin' boy, has gone off in the big movin' van auto!"
"Bunny in that auto? Impossible!"
"Look for yourself!" exclaimed Mary, pointing to the window.
At that moment the auto went rolling past, with Bunny at the wheel, as brave as life.
"Bunny Brown!" exclaimed his mother, dashing for the door.
"I—I got around the curve all right, Momsie!" he shouted in glee, and he raised one hand from the wheel to wave it to her.
But at that instant the auto gave a wobble, and Bunny had to bring his waving hand back on the wheel to keep the car straight.
"Bunny! Bunny!" cried his mother, running down the drive after the machine. "Where are you going?"
"I—I don't know," he called back to her. "The auto got started and I can't stop it!"